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Interview with Lucan of Seacourt
Taken from the Lovin' Me Some Romance Blog during the Immortal Hope Blog Tour.
Name: Lucan of Seacourt
Profession: Knight Templar
Age: Over 8 Centuries old
Hair: Long Black
Eyes: Silver / Grey
Lucan: Milady, the pleasure is mine. Tell me how I may assist your quest for knowledge.
Lucan: (Chuckling) Your questions are not for the faint. Very well, let us see what light I can shed on the matter. Where do seraphs come from – we must go back to the beginning of time. When angels crossed with man and the Nephilim were created. As you are aware, the Almighty frowned upon these unions. He eradicated the Nephilim… but what is not known is all were given a choice. Surrender the power of the angels, live as man, and their blood would carry on to fulfill a greater purpose. One day, when the cause most presented, their gifts would come again. Those who refused were destroyed.
Lucan: Aye. The torq you speak of identifies them. It is attuned to their divine power and possesses a few… shall we say… quirks as well.
Lucan: ‘Tis hard to say. Indeed, any woman could be a seraph. ‘Twould not be known until Gabriel presents himself to her and offers the torq of serpents.
Lucan: Nay. We are mere men, not privy to the machinations of the most high.
Lucan: (Chuckling once again.) Milady you would not wish for this life, I assure you. But if you were indeed a seraph, you would possess some sort of physical mark that stands out in your own mind. It would match your intended mate’s. If you wish to see if perhaps you are fated for one of my brethren, you should speak to Anne. She keeps a record of the marks now.
Lucan: Nay, I do not know if I shall be paired.
Lucan: Nay. ‘Tis a subject best left to silence, however. ‘Twould be impolite to discuss something so… personal.
Lucan’s expression sobers. He looks past me as he answers, at something nondescript on the wall just above my left shoulder. His voice quiets by several decibels.
Lucan: That at last, perhaps, I could shed this accursed suspicion. ‘Tis a poison I cannot escape.
Lucan: Let us pray I shall live long enough to know such blessed peace.
(He rises and offers me a formal bow.) Lucan: Most assuredly, ‘tis my pleasure to spend a few moments in your lovely company, milady.
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